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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
PIL,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Can,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Crooked Eye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.