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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.