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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Can,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.