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 Korea North and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.