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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.