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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.