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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.