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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Raincoats to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
CMW,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.