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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Human League,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.