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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
New Order,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.