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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Move,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.