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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.