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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.