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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Move to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Moebius,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.