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 Serbia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 marimba 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Ossler,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Slick Rick,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.