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 Bulgaria 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.