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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
PIL,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.