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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Josef K,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.