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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.