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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Slave 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
AZ,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
The Dead C,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.