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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold 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.