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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lakeside to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gories,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.