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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.