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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.