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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
OOIOO,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.