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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.