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 Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.