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 Mali 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.