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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.