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 Tonga and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.