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 Samoa and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.