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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Mighty Diamonds to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.