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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.