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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
the Association,
CMW,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.