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 Turkmenistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.