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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.