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 Georgia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.