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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
June Days,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.