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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Judy Mowatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.