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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.