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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
DNA,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.