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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.