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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.