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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.