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 San Marino and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
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 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.