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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
the Swans,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.