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 Guatemala and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Techniques 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Flipper,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.