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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.