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 Cuba and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.