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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fall to the punk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.