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 El Salvador and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.