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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.