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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.