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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Duran Duran to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.