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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Gong,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.