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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Donald Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.