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 Poland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.