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 China and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Josef K,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.