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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Television,
the Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.