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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.