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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grime 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.