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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.