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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Seeds,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.