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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.