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 Andorra and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.