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 Botswana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Machine to the grime 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Janne Schatter,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.