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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.