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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
June Days,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.