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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.