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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
X-101,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.