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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Teasers 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.