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 Niger and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.