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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.