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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.