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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.