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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Names,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crime,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.