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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Bill Near,
Pole,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.