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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.