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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.