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 Costa Rica and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.