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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.