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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.