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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 H. Thieme to the punk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
ABBA,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.