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 Angola and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Television,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.