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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Youth Brigade 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Hoover,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.