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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Eric Copeland to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.