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 Argentina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.