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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Monks,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Franke,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.