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 Denmark and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Visage,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.