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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.