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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Gong,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Television,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.