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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxette,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Audionom,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.