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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.