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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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?
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Von Mondo,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.