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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.