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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Magazine,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.