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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.