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 Brazil and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.