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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.