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 London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.