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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.