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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.