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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Cybotron 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Cymande,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
Wings,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.