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 Luxembourg and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.