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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
The American Breed,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.