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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.