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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.