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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mandrill,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.