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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Erasure,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.