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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Victims to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
CMW,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.