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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.