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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 cv313 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.