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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.