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 Palau and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
The Names,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.