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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.