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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.