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 Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.