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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.