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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.