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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association to the grime 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
CMW,
Make Up,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.