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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Circle Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.