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 United States and from Lille.
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 Lille and Paris.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gap Band to the funk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Scion,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.