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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Quadrant to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.