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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Vainqueur,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
The Motions,
Rod Modell,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.