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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
X-101,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.