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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
The Gun Club,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.