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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Model 500,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Swans,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
Funkadelic,
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.