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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.