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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
The Names,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Faust,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.