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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.