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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Inner City,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.