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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.