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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Monks,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.