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 Sierra Leone and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.