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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.