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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Nas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.