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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.