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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pylon,
Sparks,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.