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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mr. Review to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
The Index,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.