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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.