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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
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 Sound,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.