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 Ukraine and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Monks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Anakelly,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.