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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.