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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.