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 Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
New Order,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.