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 Guinea and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.