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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.