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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
Echospace,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.