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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.