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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.