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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.