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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 chamberlin 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.