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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-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.