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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the punk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.