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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.