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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Motorama,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.