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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Fear,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.