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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.