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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Television,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.