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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.