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 Guatemala and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 cv313 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
The Index,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.