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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.