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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.