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 Angola and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.