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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
The Move,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.