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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Carl Craig,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.