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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
CMW,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.