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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.