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 Thailand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.