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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.