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 France and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Audionom,
The Litter,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.