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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.