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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.