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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Wally Richardson,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.