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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.