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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.