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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.