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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.