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 Iran and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.