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 Gambia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.