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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Sugar Minott,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
X-102,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.