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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.