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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
cv313,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City 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.