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 United States and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Rakim,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.