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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.