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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.