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 Cuba and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.