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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.