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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.