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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel 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?
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.