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 Poland and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.