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 Malawi and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
EPMD,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.