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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.