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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.