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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.