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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.