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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.