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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Organ,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Vladislav Delay,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.