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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Technova,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.