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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.