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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.