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 Belize and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Dennis Brown,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.