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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.