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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Skriet,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Sonics,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.