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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.