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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.