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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.