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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 The Birthday Party to the crunk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
The Zeros,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.