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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Patti Smith to the disco 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Darondo,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.