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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 John Lydon to the crunk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Grauzone,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.