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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.