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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.