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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.