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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
ABC,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.