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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.