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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Excepter,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.