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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
The Tremeloes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.