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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.