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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.