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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.