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 Bahamas and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.