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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ten City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.