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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.