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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.