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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Skaos,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.