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 Bulgaria and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.