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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.