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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kayak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.