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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doors,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
DNA,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.