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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.