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 Slovakia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Japan 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Aswad,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.