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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.