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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Index to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.