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 Romania and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Eurythmics,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.