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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.