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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express 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 grunge 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.