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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.