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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.