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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
UT,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.