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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Japan,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Stiv Bators,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.