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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lou Reed 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.