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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Little Man,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.