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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.