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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
X-101,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.