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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.