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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The New Christs,
Y Pants,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.