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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.