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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.