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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Mojo Men 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.