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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.