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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.