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 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.