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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Joey Negro to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.