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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.