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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q65,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.