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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 techno 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.