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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.