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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Foxx 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Pylon,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.