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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.