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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.