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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.