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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Chrome,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.