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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.