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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Altered Images to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Gong,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.