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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
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 oboe 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
X-102,
PIL,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.