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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 FM Einheit to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yaz,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.