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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.