Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.