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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 güiro 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 The Stooges to the techno 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.