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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.