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 Ecuador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.