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 Gabon 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Ultravox,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.