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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Monolake to the rock 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.