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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
The Motions,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Japan,
cv313,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
UT,
Tres Demented,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.