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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.