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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
ABC,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.