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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.