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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Nas,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mars,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.