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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Radiopuhelimet to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.