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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap 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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Japan,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Infiniti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.