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 Chile and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.