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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
The Move,
The Victims,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.