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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Smog,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
The Associates,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.