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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 The Durutti Column to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.