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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.