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 Moldova and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.