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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Scion,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.