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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.