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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.