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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harmonia 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.