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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.