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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Skatalites,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.