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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.