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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.