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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
the Slits,
the Association,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.