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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Fluxion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.