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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Cameo,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.