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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.