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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monks to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pulsallama,
Sonic Youth,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.