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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Index,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.