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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Nas,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
X-101,
Ten City,
the Association,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.