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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Blancmange to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.