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 Congo and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
CMW,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.