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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Index,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Skriet,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.