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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Move,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.