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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.