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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Wings,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.