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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Move to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
The Names,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Arab on Radar,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Cybotron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.