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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Can,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.