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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the rap 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.