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 Madagascar and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Make Up,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.