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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.