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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League 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?
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Move,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
AZ,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.