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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.