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 Latvia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Zapp,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.