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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.