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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Essential Logic,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.