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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.