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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Das Ding to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.