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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.