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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Music Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Livin' Joy,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
Wire,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.