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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.