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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Goldenarms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Aswad,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Faust,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.