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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.