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 Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Nils Olav 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Lalann,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.