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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.