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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.