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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.