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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Scientists to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.