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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.