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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.