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 Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.