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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
The Gories,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.