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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.