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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 ABC to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.