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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K 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?
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.