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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 James White and The Blacks 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Index,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.