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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.