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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.