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 Senegal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.