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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.