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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 snare 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.