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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moleskins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.