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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Index,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
The Invisible,
ABC,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.