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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Qualms,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.