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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Smiths,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.