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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.