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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
EPMD,
AZ,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.