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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Judy Mowatt,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Can,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.