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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.