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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 rhodes 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.