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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. 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.