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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.