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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.