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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.