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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.