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 Rwanda and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fall,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.