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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Newcleus,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Ronnie Foster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.