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 Yemen and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Ice-T 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins 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?
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.