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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Martian,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.