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 Cameroon 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.