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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.