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 Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
CMW,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.