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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
Mars,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.