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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
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.