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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Visage,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.