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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.