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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.