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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia 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?
Suicide,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.