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 Thailand 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Yusef Lateef,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
June Days,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.