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 Tajikistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
10cc,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.