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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.