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 Equatorial 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.