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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Nas,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.