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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
Anakelly,
Television,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Crime,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.