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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Q65,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
The Smiths,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.