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 Vietnam and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Swans to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.