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 Kosovo and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.