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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.