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 Greece 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Excepter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.