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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.