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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Gories,
Make Up,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Ten City,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.