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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Wire,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.