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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.