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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
AZ,
Urselle,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
The Index,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.