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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
World's Most,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Drexciya,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.