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 Uzbekistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the rock 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.