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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.