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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sex Pistols to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Move,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.