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 Iceland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the jazz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.