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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 B.T. Express to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.