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 Ukraine and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.