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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.