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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
DNA,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.