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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.