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 Gabon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Warren Ellis 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.