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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 The Birthday Party 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.