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 Belgium and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.