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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.