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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.