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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.