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 Romania and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.