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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.