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 Malta and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Organ,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.