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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Slackers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.