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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.