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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
The Fall,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.