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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective 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 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.