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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
X-102,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.