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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
John Holt,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.