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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Techniques 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.