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 China and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Brass Construction,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
The Pretty Things,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.