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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.