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 Tonga and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.