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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.