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 Oman and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxette,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.