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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the techno 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy 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.