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 India and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
JFA,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Derrick May,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Television,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.