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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Durutti Column,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.