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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.