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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
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 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
The Misunderstood,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.