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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
PIL,
Delta 5,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.