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 Netherlands and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the punk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Smog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.