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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.