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 Bangladesh and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
MC5,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.