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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Television,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.