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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.