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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.