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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.