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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.