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 Belarus and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.