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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the techno 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.