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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
The Remains,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Moss Icon,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.