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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.