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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.