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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.