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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.