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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.