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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
The Busters,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.