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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Sugar Minott,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.