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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.