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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.