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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.