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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pulsallama to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Liliput,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.