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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.