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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nico,
Liliput,
AZ,
Ludus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.