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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
John Foxx,
Trumans Water,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.