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 Malta 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.