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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.