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 Moldova 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Buckinghams,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Nico,
ABC,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Pagans,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.