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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Clarke,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.