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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Clear Light,
Anakelly,
Franke,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.