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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Monks,
JFA,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.