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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
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 chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Magma,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.