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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.