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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Magazine to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Television,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.