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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 guitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.