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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Raincoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Gong,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.