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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.