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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Camouflage to the punk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.