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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.