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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Wake,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.