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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.