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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.