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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Nas,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.