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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.