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 Estonia and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
cv313,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.