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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grauzone 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.