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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Pagans to the dance 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Selecter,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.