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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 PIL to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.