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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.