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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Martian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Index,
the Germs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.