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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
10cc,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
New Order,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
the Association,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Gong,
Chrome,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Funkadelic,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.