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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.