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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.