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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.