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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Cameo,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
the Association,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.