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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Negative Approach to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.