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 Antigua and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.