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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Scion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
The Evens,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Arab on Radar,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Wire,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.