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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.