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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association 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?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
ABBA,
The Slits,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.