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 Palau 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
a-ha,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.