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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane 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?
Lakeside,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.