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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.