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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.