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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
UT,
Television,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.