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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Joy Division,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.