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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
LL Cool J,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Ornette Coleman,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.