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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.