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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
The Evens,
MDC,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.