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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.