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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Pole,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.