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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Oblivians to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
UT,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.