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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.