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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Pole,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.