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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 organ 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 Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Nico,
World's Most,
a-ha,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
The Doors,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.