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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.