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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the electroclash 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
the Human League,
ABC,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.