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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.