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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.