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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.