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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.