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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Crime,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.