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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.