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 Palau and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
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.