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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the crunk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.