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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
John Cale,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.