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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.