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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.