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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 The Selecter to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Wings,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.