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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Suicide,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
The Wake,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.